The Weeping Lotus Dance - Shallow Rivers

Their dead bodies were found

Many miles away

From the place they fell in love with each other

And the girl ran away from her mother

So usual story

They loved each other to death

White tiny flowers will keep the secret of the moor

A place where two lovers used to hide

Smothered in suffering

Was it a part of their tragedy

A wild ritual of murdering?

Their skin of purplish color

Disgusting traces of sin

Scary eyes full of horror

He picked up a flower of pure white

And gifted to her

Would your smell my dear

A weeping lotus?

There are many stories I heard

But still cannot believe

These innocent flowers

Could weep

Lave me with your tears

Enchanting circles of your weeps

All your moans are sad and sweet

Green hooded eyes have stolen my mind

I’ll never wake untill I die

Devoured by the black mouth

Forever buried in mire

Dance to me

Give me more of your passion

Dance to me

Smother me gently